Used

when i first put scissors to your form,

i cut it slim and smooth.

then i took a knife to your shape,

i admit i made mistakes,

but those mistakes were mine to make.

i trimmed,

i sliced,

i paid the price,

cause all thats left are strips and shreds,

of a life i once used to respect,

now standing ripped before me.

in a basket of waste you are left to wait,

till someone will come and save you.